Lyrics Hard Knocks - Snoop Dogg feat. Dr. Dre

Ay, cut this shit off

My life the fuckin' business, in here collectin' digits
This shit could get explicit, got a sweet tooth for these bitches
Yeah, burnin' through these meal tickets
Shit could get wicked (mic check)
Lights, camera, action
Slow burn, no crash
Now that's a lot of ashes
The fuckin' main attraction

Let's get this shit in order, I am the top of the totem
Time to reload, and we're blowin' the smoke out your modem (come on)
Come get in closer, yeah, I know you smellin' that aroma
Household name on every motherfuckin' corner
Ring, ding-ding, she fuck me right, then I'm a goner
Ting-ting, then we toast into this marijuana
Now, how many licks does it take just to get to the center of a cupcake?
No time to pump

School of hard knocks took the long way
See the fuckin' cops in the busy hallway
Made it out the hood, now it's Broadway
Y'all motherfuckers better leave them kids alone

These niggas can't afford to go to war on a budget (nah-ah)
Say my name in the wrong sentence, and I'ma pull up and touch it (yup)
The repercussion in this bitch, it sound just like a percussion
Have your deep cover, cold case under the rubbish
Yeah, murder was the fuckin' case
That's the killer Cali way
Ricky in the alley way, just another Saturday
Drinkin' gin and juice while these bitches was sippin' Alizé
It's just a matinee, watch me blow a bag a day (come on)

School of hard knocks took the long way
See the fuckin' cops in the busy hallway
Made it out the hood, now it's Broadway
Y'all motherfuckers better leave them kids alone

I started out with nothin' and took this gangster shit worldwide
You know a nigga always into somethin'
I couldn't even help it if I tried
Now this is fair warning, nigga, final notice
Back outside and movin' on this locomotive
Hot as fuck, but still keepin' a cold shoulder
You outta luck, success the sweetest hangover
Game over (over, over, over)

Guns on the bed (yeah)
Aye

Phone on, don't do not disturb
Two Chevys in my grandma's driveway, notice not the birds
Prescriptions and a medicine cap that I got wide reserved
Guns on the bed, the chopper mine, the pocket rocket hers
You're actin' nervous around killers, you got a lot of nerve
She wanna slide, I'm at the top, you know that top reserved
You're sheddin' blood, that's murder, and your name get hot as Zurn
My shooter's quiet on the set, you on here, not a word (hush)
Used to givin' my all, fuck a minimum wage
Tryna make me a slave, that's how villains are made

Had me feelin' some way, stuck in my feelings some day
Windows get tinted Sunday, pillage to fill, it's Monday
Just another day at work (uh)
Feelin' like I'm on the verge
Get the urge, don't wanna purge
Shit get deep, spoken word
Met this bitch in Sherman Oaks, I bet she fuck with Sherm
Smokey in a pigeon coop, look like she ducking worm
Baby daddy on her back, every time I bust a turn
Bitch keep lookin' right to left, that shit not my concern

On Long Beach Boulevard 'til I get to 23rd
Put us in the jungle, we're leavin' out that bitch in furs
I'm talkin' his and hers, DA tryna switch his words
Murder was the case, but you know what the witness heard (nothing)
Nigga bumped his head, musta hit a nerve
Scratches on a statement like the 4G, I don't see the curve
I see you for what you is, with my vision blurred
Don't make a nigga sign a phone and sit without a signature
You know this shit could get ugly as Forest Whitaker

Make your bones chillin', you're feelin' all in your fibula
I be home gettin' my dick sucked with the semi-tucked
Frequently knee-deep in some pussy and still don't give a fuck
Girls with that big fist tryna connect some
Parking lot pimpin', tryna collect some
Too rich to make poor decisions

Too many die for attention
They prey on you, no religion
Don't let them play with you, might have to kill some
Niggas that change on you, pop, career done
Hittin' them chains on you, locked in prison
A nigga out there movin' right
The shit you bitches do for likes